First of all, I'm deathly ill on my sweet 16.
I can't even go to school and see my friends on my birthday. );
Second I feel like a bitch.
I'm super jealous of my friends. They all have awesome birthdays When i dont.
My friends have family visit them coming from far away. I dont.
My friends get a lot of stuff (presents). I dont.
I'm ashamed of feeling thing way. I hate myself for wanting presents.
I got a cake. It was a mango cake.
I feel terrible for telling my mom that i didnt want that cake );
When no one was around in the kitchen, one of my dogs eat half of the cake. <__<
When my sister was lighting the candles, she lit all the candles on the edge first.
My sister complained that it was too hot to light the other candles,
so my mom finished lighting the candles on the inside.
Then my dad bitched about how you supposed to light the candles on the inside FIRST not last...
When my dad bitches about things, he sounds scary.
It reminds me of the time when my dad gotten drunk and threw out family tv to the ground.
I hate it when he bitches.
As soon as i blew out the candles, I made my way to the basement (where my computer is).
I didnt want to eat the cake. For one, my dog ate half of it. Two, everyone's fingers touched the cake when lighting the candles so i felt disgusted. Who would want to eat a cake like that!?
But not much time passed when my mom called my back to the kitchen.
My mom kindly cut off the part my dog ate. And she had left me a piece of cake on a plate for me.
But then I bitched to my mom and said i dont want to eat it because my dog ate it and people touched it.
My mom insisted that I eat it, so i did. BUT before i ate it, i took a knife and scraped off the outsides of the cake.
Right in front of my mom too.
I feel horrible.
I'm a horrible daughter.
I was thirsty when I finished eating my birthday cake, so i grabbed a cup and open the fridge to get the milk jug.
When my hand grabbed hole of the handle of the milk jug, my dads lunch for tomorrow fell to the floor and spilled out.
"uh ohh..."
"THROW IT OUT" my dad said in his scary voice.
So i did. I threw it out.
Then my dad called my mom and said i dropped his lunch...
My mom sarcastically bitched at my dad and said
"i told u to put it in a better lunch container!!"I cleaned up the mess and poured the milk into the cup i was still holding on to.
Everyone left the kitchen when i finished pouring the milk.
Tears just fell out of my eyes.
I just couldnt take all the mixed feelings i was feeling.
I felt jealous, lonely, sad, and ashamed.
I felt ashamed of being jealous of my friends for getting presents and having family visit from far away places just for them.
I felt lonely because I couldnt see my best friends on my birthday.
I felt sad because I didnt get any presents.
At least i got a lot of wishes on Facebook (:
Even from ppls i dont really talk to.
Thats whats great about Facebook.
Since its the internet, and you dont have to talk to people face-to-face, you can easily say happy birthday. (:
What made my day was when my friends called me from school (:
They all yelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! on the phone.
I felt really special then.
Thanx raknm <3
ily guys (: